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Through coiling smoke, his voice cuts deep,
A haunted tone where secrets sleep.
The Caterpillar’s gaze turns grim,
His words like ghosts, they circle him.
"You’ve left a trail of crimson stains,
The Rabbit’s fear, the Twins’ remains.
The Hatter swayed, the Queen has bled,
And now you come to claim my head."

"You twist the dark, you bring despair,
A shadow’s wrath, beyond repair.
But in your crown, the lies will grow,
A hollow throne where nothing flows."

Crawl no more, your tale is told,
Your hands are red, your heart is cold.
Through smoke and ash, the truth decays,
Your reign begins, but hope betrays.
The bodies fall, their voices fade,
A queen of death, a fate you’ve made.

She steps in close, her smile like frost,
"Your riddles failed, your wisdom lost.
I’ve torn the veil, I’ve burned the ground,
This Wonderland is mine to drown.
Your cryptic words, your endless schemes,
Could never halt my waking dreams.
I’ve built this path on blood and stone,
Now face the end—you die alone."

He counts the dead with rasping breath,
"A Rabbit’s fall, the Hatter’s death.
The Twins that swayed, the Queen dethroned,
Their shadows haunt the world you own.
You rule a graveyard, cruel and vast,
A fleeting reign that cannot last."

Crawl no more, your tale is told,
Your hands are red, your heart is cold.
Through smoke and ash, the truth decays,
Your reign begins, but hope betrays.
The bodies fall, their voices fade,
A queen of death, a fate you’ve made.

His voice grows faint, his coils unwind,
"You’ll find no peace, no truth to bind.
Your throne will crack, your crown will break,
Your power’s price, a soul to take."
But Alice laughs, her voice like glass,
"A prophet’s lies will never last.
This land is mine, its blood my seal,
No fate you spin can make me kneel."

Crawl no more, your time is done,
The gallows wait, the end has come.
Through crimson skies, my kingdom stands,
Built on the bones of Wonderland.
The bodies fall, their voices fade,
A queen of death, a fate I’ve made.

The smoke recedes, his shadow dies,
His warnings drift to empty skies.
Through Wonderland, no riddles call,
The Caterpillar counts them all.